The demonic qi of the giant sword was like a red ribbon, and with each swing, it claimed several severed heads.
The ribbon slashed downward, splitting a line of bandits and their weapons in two, feeling a sudden lightness as their lower halves fell to the ground.
Even though the seven great secret sect rebel armies had chosen elites to attack the supply transfer station of Noxus, they had never witnessed such a brutal battle.
No, this wasn't a battle, it was a slaughter!
A one-sided slaughter!
Watching their comrades die miserably, the bandits around Viscount Volibear were seized with fear and screamed.
Some of the weaker-willed bandits dropped their weapons on the spot, their limbs weak as they vomited uncontrollably.
This was the effect Viscount Volibear wanted and was exactly the savage battle style of the warlike demon-descendant nobility.
